The Practice of Reading

My reading habits have been abysmal since the pandemic began. In early December I picked up a book to read. It kept me company amidst the shopping, decorating and wrapping. Once it was all complete, I started reading again.

I read five books in December, four of those since the 20th of the month. It feels good to be reading again. All the books came from the library, delivered to my iPad to be read on the Kindle app. Today I started a sixth book. If I kept on the pace of five books a month in 2022, I will have read 60 books.

I should not say that out loud – it sounds too much like a resolution or goal easily crumbled. I will just say it is nice to consider the possibility.

I have high hopes for the book I started today – the one that will accompany me from 2021 to 2022. The Midnight Library, by Matt Haig is my choice. I have not read any reviews, but the synopsis makes me think it will be a good transitional, possibly feel good book to see me into the new year.

What book are you reading while jumping from one year to the next?



Throwback Thursday #19 – Superstitions, Amulets, and Charms

Welcome back to Throwback Thursday. I thought this week it might be fun to explore a little magic. Lauren will be back for the first Throwback post of the new year. If you want to join in, it’s easy:

  • Write your own post sharing your memories and leave a pingback to this post in the comments.
  • You can use the photo above in your post to make it easier to find.
  • Tag it with #TBTMemory or #IRememberWhen.
  • If you do not wish to write your own post, feel free to tell your story in the comments below.

This week’s prompt is: Superstitions, trinkets, and Charms

To quote Clint Eastwood in Dirty Harry, “You’ve got to ask yourself a question: ‘do I feel lucky? ‘ Well, do ya, punk?

What makes you feel lucky? Is it a four leaf clover, a rabbit’s foot, or a lucky penny? 

What are you superstitious of? Will you walk under a ladder? What’s your lucky number? What if a black cat crosses your path?

Where did you learn ideas concerning luck? Do you still have superstitions in your adult life?

Since this is the last week of the year I am curious – do you make resolutions, eat specific foods, or have traditions or superstitions to usher in the new year?

My post follows:

I remember walking on sidewalks trying to avoid stepping on a crack. “Step on a crack, break your mother’s back”. Now did I think stepping on a crack would actually break my mother’s back? No, of course not, but I still tried to avoid cracks in the sidewalk.

I was never afraid or worried about black cats. Maybe because I had an all black cat named Midnight. I will admit if a black cat crosses my path now, I think about the superstition, but I do not put any credence in it. I am trying to think back as a child and determine if I felt differently then.

I do remember having a pink rabbit’s foot on a ball chain. How horrible that is to think about now. Superstitions are so bizarre, but there I was with my pink rabbit’s foot.

“Find a penny, pick it up, all day long you’ll have good luck.” I loved finding an abandoned penny until later when I decided only a penny that was heads up was good luck.

My dad was amazing at finding four leaf clovers. I have never found one. My step-daughter and my grandson have the same ability. I once carried a key chain with an encased four leaf clover but I am not sure I considered it particularly lucky.

I often saw a horseshoe (ends pointing up) hung over the doorway in people’s homes and in their barns. This was supposed to capture all the good luck coming into the house. I do not see many horseshoe charms these days so perhaps that superstition has died out.

Star light, star bright

The first star I see tonight

I wish I may, I wish might

Have the wish I wish tonight

We always recited that into the night sky, making a wish on the first star we saw. Wishes were a big part of my early life – always wishing for something special in our rather simple lives.

If I was not the one responsible for cleaning, I might still throw a pinch of spilled salt over my left shoulder to dissuade any bad luck. 

As kids, we always tried to finagle a way to be chosen to break the “wishbone” of a chicken or turkey. We were really all about wishing! I only recently discovered there is a way to hold the wishbone which will almost always guarantee you will get the desired long piece once the bone is broken.

When I was young, I had a wart on my finger. My grandfather took a piece of thread, rubbed it over the wart, then buried it in the ground. He told me when the thread rotted away, the wart would be gone. 😳

My grandparents always planted their crops “by the moon”.  The Farmer’s Almanac always had a calendar (they still do) which told what days were good to plant what crop. I know many people who believe in planting by the calendar or the moon. Honestly, there is some logic to it. Plants are seasonal after all.

I do not make new year resolutions. I do sometimes think of a word that might be my focus for the coming year. We try to stay up until midnight, but we do not always make it. No parties for us! On New Year’s day, we do not fix the traditional black eyed peas, Hoppin’ John, or collard greens, but I do remember my step mom making boiled cabbage and including a coin in the pot to bring luck and good fortune for the coming year.


Days of Reflection

I took some much needed time to spend with my family in the days following Christmas so I have only been dropping in occasionally. Sadly, I read the news that fellow blogger Mary Smith’s cancer journey came to an end. I am so sad we lost Mary and as much as we all loved her, I am sure our feelings pale in comparison to those of her family. This community lost another strong, welcoming, and supportive member. It is a loss we will feel for years to come.

Since my family left, I have taken some time to reflect on the past year and think about my intentions for the year to come. I never make resolutions, but one thing I do try to do is find a focus or an intent for the coming year.

December also has some grief anniversaries for me of which I try to stay above a sense of sadness and focus on celebrating the lives that played such an important part of helping me develop into the person I would become. Hard nonetheless.

2021 had its ups and downs. I had moments of hope for the virus declining and we all know those hopes were dashed. I now know several people fully vaccinated and boosted who have contracted the virus. Sadly, it was to be expected as long as the virus had a place to mutate and spread. Guidances are changing again. Shorter quarantine times (which some doctors disagree with) and a move away from cloth masks to N95, KN95, or 3-ply surgical masks. Trying to stay one step ahead of (or at least in sync with) the virus becomes more and more challenging.

I am making some minor changes to my blog and I hope to move back to writing more from my heart which is how I started this journey. I won’t say I will not continue some of the weekly prompts and challenges, but when I do, I hope the content will be more based in actually saying something that gives readers a glimpse of who I am. I hope to continue the Thursday Throwback prompt with Lauren – at least until it has run its course.

This community has become such an important part of my life and I value you, dear readers and fellow writers more than you can imagine. As in any other community, I think our role is to add something to make it better – or at least no worse – than we found it. That is my goal.

I remain ever optimistic and hopeful for the future.


SoCS – Merry Yummy Christmas!

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate. Linda left us with a tasty prompt today. Pop over to her place to join Saturday SoCS at: Life in Progress – check out the rules and the contribution of other bloggers.

This week, the prompt is:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “yum.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

Linda is not being easy on us because there are not many words to chose from. I am going to exercise a little creative freedom.

It’s Christmas Day – Merry Christmas! It is just hubby and I today. It is a quiet day and we can stretch the festivities to suit us.

We started by sleeping in until around 8. We fixed our coffee giving us a chance to wake up a little.

Then we were in such a condumdyum – breakfast or presents. We chose breakfast.

I wanted to leave this brief post before we plunge into this day filled with thankfulness and joy. Tomorrow our son and two of our grandchildren will be here. I have made yummy treats for all to enjoy.

I wish you all peace and joy today and all the days that follow!


Christmas in Trying Times


I know we had all hoped this Christmas season would be different, but we again find ourselves in trying times. Given the situation, I thought this post was worth reblogging. I wish you all a peaceful and blessed holiday no matter your belief system. Above all, love one another and stay safe. Merry Christmas from our home to yours.

This morning as I read U.S. headlines, the phrases and words were daunting: reign of destruction, unchained,  unhinged, unpredictable, fear, sociopath, and crisis. Wow. That’s a lot of fear and dread going into the most sacred of Christian holidays. These words were all to describe the political environment and do not even touch on the reality of this pandemic fog we live in.

Jesus was not born into pristine and welcoming times. War and revolt were commonplace. Joseph and Mary had to travel to Bethlehem to be accounted for in the census required by Caesar Augustus. After the birth of Jesus, they became refugees and fled to avoid the “Slaughter of the Innocents” by Herod the Great.

If you do not believe Biblical accounts of the events, historic accounts of those times depict horrific events. Not easy times, but in some strange way it left me with a sense of…

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